Web of Betrayal
A story by Lynn Ann Wolf
WEB OF TREASON
Like a sailor seeking land, Seth McKenzie, one player adherents sought a means by which a priori might debts. It was a day affable. The emerald leaves shining brightly against the clear blue cloudless sky takes the apparent arrival of spring. He looked in the glow that the sun shone on his face. His recent efforts have eclipsed the advent This season suddenly pleasant and remorse for his actions had taken precedence over the pleasant spring. Seth McKenzie had played their income and their belongings and now was totally insolvent, but he had borrowed huge sums of money from gambling den thugs and had to pay them. The fear of facing their wrath was great influence in front of him and to obtain an immediate solution, anguished, he ran off down the lodge which was situated near the banks of river. Seth McKenzie was relatively aware of the response that was about to receive, but the nature of the circumstances left him no alternative.
A certain Mr. Travis Adams was in a deep sleep, when suddenly he was awakened persistent beatings from her nap deep. Uncertain of which was unexpected visitor, walking vaguely by the old cottage stairs to the door only to find his friend Seth agitated and anxious. Although they were more or less the same age, pleasant face Seth McKenzie looked like a heavyset man with a dilemma. His burly, bald and aging characteristics disappeared in contrast with Travis Adams lean, slim and good posture. Although at first sight, Travis found himself as a brilliant and distinguished men, means and methods of earning big money, said otherwise. After listening carefully to the dilemma Seth, Travis could think of a single immediate solution and suggested that Seth. "Steal Why not cha! Gamble leaving this companion, a polar some not harming no one aye ... is like a little white lie, "he said with a pinch of greed and selfishness in their unity of expression. While an insurance agent for residents of the city, Travis could not find the money to fund their needs and luxuries, therefore, carries its own search for services in mind, suggested the player to play their way out through defrauding a man of average city.
The ice cubes in glasses of whiskey laden Seth shook like Travis and engaged in a colloquy tense. Seth McKenzie could feel his heart pounding as the conversation deepened further. The blue of the sky quickly changed to shades of mahogany and ginger at the crack of dusk. The strategy was established, Miss Brie-Ann Jones, an average of wealthy clients local and Travis for what appeared to be apt target. She had no immediate family and had an insurance policy to a relative far away. The lady was recognized as an introvert who just mingled much with the rest of the neighbors. Her home was devastated at the corner of the street. Although a loner, who came just once a week on Sunday nights to make a visit to the local church after which it took about participating in a small set of Housi. Miss Jones would relatively not a minute before 9 pm. Their gossip fancy decorations are more about his curious character. It is now clear, Seth McKenzie break after the bell rang at 7 pm sunday. Since most people will be present at the service, the streets were going to be bleak.
Wearing a shadow, dressed in black, to match the surrounding darkness and lurking unnoticed, Seth McKenzie anxiety crept into Miss Jones home equipped with the right tools. The door back opened like Seth McKenzie made his way into the backyard. A shiver ran down her back while camouflaged his way in the dark. The old farmhouse was complicated to steal. The curtains swaying in the breeze added to your body shaking. The shadows of the trees were mysteriously added to the dark house. The fog scared him. He tried to keep their attention focused on his task. He started up with the bedroom. Surrounded by oak cabinets with a single bed in the center and a large closet, bedroom Miss Jones was a sanctuary clear. In the closet had no photos of family or friends by making clear his solitary life. With the silver moon give light right through dark clouds, Seth began rummaging through his possessions. He moved cautiously around the room to ensure he left no part of control. A picture of indescribable in the bottom of the drawer caught his attention. When opening the box to delight and expensive baubles encountered a handful of cash carefully stacked. There was a good run, but the loot was skeptical that pass the test. It was decided then proceed downstairs to see if valuables that could be sold at a price reasonably profitable. The kitchen seemed a suitable target, since it probably would be pricey and chinaware.
Since light-footed as possible, Seth McKenzie quietly went to the kitchen, progressive in his fingertips. His conscience was giving off a strange feeling turns in the abdomen. But Seth was stubborn in relation to its task. It was not the time for the creed of generic moral code to prevent their concentration. "It's like a little white lie ", the words of Travis Adam kept recurring and ringing in his head. Avoiding distractions, Seth McKenzie decided to continue. The kitchen had warm air to it. Its wooden floors, antique furniture and jade plants gave a pseudo-wild tenor. He quickly began opening all the cupboards and drawers and began to cram up the value covered in his backpack. inexplicable, vague stench filled the nose and a split second, he was distracted and stopped short. Seth decided to ignore the stench dizzy and went on to carry. His anxiety was swapped over with feelings of euphoria and greed. The idea of having the stolen loot he could do more later by a relatively satisfactory amount of money the fact immoral, malicious features him take control.
A sudden electronic Seth robotic voice alarm right when he did fill his backpack. "It is 20:30 hrs, 20:30 hrs is" monotonous clock rang in the kitchen. She let out a sigh relief after his heart has stopped what looked like a hundred heartbeats and knowing that the prize would be enough, Seth decided to a quick getaway. The resonance hunger struck a chord and reminded him about a trip to the grocery store. "The grocery store is been closed when I left here, can not be prancing around the streets buying food with a backpack full of loot in hand, "thought Seth." I also could choose only one leg of lamb or beef from the fridge, I have stolen enough already, what can a loss of flesh missing bit do the lady " Seth muttered. As he moved toward the picturesque freezer stench in the air grew stronger. The moment you open up the freezer door, a puff of air cold and the unpleasant smell clouded his face and distorted vision. When the mist settled and Seth McKenzie regained his sight and composure of his body went numb with the shock of what he had before him. It was dull, dazed, his mouth open wide open, his heart beating faster than ever. In the freezer was the body of Miss Brie-Ann Jones. Seth McKenzie was so hard hit by the disbelief that he could not feel his body. After the 'bolt from the blue 'had sunk in, took a closer look at the body. Miss Jones was well. The small framed woman, with her pale skin and curly reddish now lying lifeless in her own freezer. "HHH how ah .. ... whe-when and what could be, but I was here all the time ... She went to Seth service ...." mind was crowded with a lot of questions, when suddenly he noticed certain brands of plum color around his neck. Clearly Brie-Ann Jones was the victim of cold blooded murder. "But he may have committed this horrible crime, and when," Seth questioned. When realized he had no time for questions and answers, "Seth Run, run," he thought to himself, "The police are not an option, its presence in this house was not only interviewed but it will become one of the main suspects may incriminate only by crime, run away from home before being arrested for the murder of the wife. "
As Seth himself together and went to the front door, heard the sound of a key turning the lock. I wanted to run, but it was too late, the intruder had opened the door and broke the lights on. If Seth McKenzie thought obstacle to Miss Brie-Ann body was all the turbulence that might have for one night, minutes after confessing is clearly otherwise. Standing before him in the front door with an expression equally traumatized in the flesh and blood was Miss Brie-Ann Jones herself. His eyes were paralyzed each other. Seth for a minute felt like he was having an "experience outside the body. "It was as if his life had derailed out of control in a heartbeat. Before Seth could absorb the situation and understand what was happening, Miss Brie-Ann grabbed the rack and took a turn for Seth McKenzie's head, knocking him unconscious.
When he regained consciousness Seth McKenzie 15 minutes after being beaten on the head, at first all I could see was a blur. The previous events were a faint memory and when he began calling his thoughts, which regained its trail of thoughts and actions. The pain of the blow to the head stung him. He looked up and saw Miss Brie-Ann standing trembling before him. Just when she decided to plead guilty only to steal their possessions, she saw police firing into the house. The next he knew he was being handcuffed by the inspector of JD Morgan and was dragged out of the house by police. Stunned and shattered by the trauma and hysteria of recent events, he began shouting "I did not kill her ... Brie-Ann, I did not kill her, I am innocent inspector that I did." Upon hearing this, the inspector Morgan replied: "Yes, know that they did not kill her, is being accused of theft. "" But I, I began by explaining Seth ...", but was interrupted by the inspector Morgan "I stole your house and here Mr. M. is a crime that will have to pay," said the inspector in his tone harsh. As Miss Brie-Ann was talking to one of the sub-inspectors, the presentation of its report and ensure that all the missing objects were found in the case of Seth, Seth McKenzie looked with fear and anguish total. Devastated, looked as if someone or something to address the living day lights out of it. Seth McKenzie began to question his sanity. Could be wrong? Was so delusional that freaked the body of someone who was really alive? Or Mrs. Brie-Ann strange spring from the dead just to be in front of him and that it comes to their senses. Seth McKenzie felt sick, conspiracy and controversy of the night made him feel like a helpless insect trapped in a web of treachery. He thought it was best to leave it all behind and focus on pickle out of the current was in As the police car left, Miss Brie-Ann quietly pushed camera.
On a spring evening, some, somewhere towards the dinner Miss Brie-Ann Sat quietly in his mirror in the process of having her hair Built in elaborate reflection on current fashion. Everything was covered with a great peace, the peace of one who has attained the desired end with much effort and perseverance.
Brie-Ann Jones was humming as she danced her way down the stairs toward the kitchen. With a sly smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes vile headed freezer. By opening bitterly freezer door stared at the blue sleeping body in the freezer. As the cool breeze blowing through the streets of the street, somewhere in an old house a felony was committed and had gone unnoticed. The criminal was hiding in the house and threw together around here and there means to hide his crime. One body was dragged into the backyard in a jute bag. A six foot deep hole was dug open in the backyard. Miss Brie-Ann body was being rejected at the grave dug for her. At the top of the grave had a cunning and shrewd cold blooded murderer, looking at the corpse. The murderer was none other than Miss Brie-Ann mental twin brother, Bryan Jones. With just a point of difference between their appearances, the evil clone was smiling the body of his sister with a sly look of the evil eye. "I hope you are enjoying being dead dear sister, hahahahahahahahaaha ..." Bryan Jones smiled, with a nasty tone of his voice. " All my life, I had to steal the limelight from me, with mental problems that called me, the weaker of the two, the weak, which has one now ... answer me "Bryan Jones barked, with a lot of anger in his voice." They sent me away to the asylum, said he was in dire need of medical help, while sitting at home with Mom and Dad's child is valued, from the attention and love riches just to our family, was awarded to all Brie-Ann dear, "said Bryan arrogance. "You thought I had gone to make peace and open a new page, to acquire financial support from you, little is known about my intentions. Silly me broke the asylum, somewhere in the countryside, seeking execute a "distance" psychotic hahahahahahahahaa, Bryan Jones identity now hidden under the facade of her late sister forever. Now with you, bury my secret. We will both rest in peace ... that Six Feet Under and I, in this house that belongs to me and me alone. I'm going to steal your home, your life, your identity. "
Bryan Jones climbed the stairs to the bathroom and took off her wig of reddish curly hair, wash the makeup on her face and turns into his cloak and went to bed. The bad psychologically challenged, conniving double down on the bed laughing malevolently web of betrayal made its way to the Brie-Ann and now the village men. Turning a blind eye to enjoy a little nap, recalled images how he strangled his death with the help of a simple string. How he struggled in his last hours, how that perspective defer fervent burning hell revenge on him for years. "When your body has broken down, I will leave this city and move to a distant city and elsewhere until that day comes, I to continue using masks Brie-Ann in the day and continue to be myself at night. "Bryan planned." May his soul rest in peace sister, hahahaha "laughed between teeth with rage. Quietly, he looked out the bedroom window watching the night sky and full moon shining behind trees. Somewhere a local prison caught in a concrete cell, a contrite and humbled Seth McKenzie looked at the silver moon through the opening of the prison cell waiting in anticipation of a new dawn and a better tomorrow.
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